The Long, Dark Path

[OOC: This is a closed thread for Lady_of_Roses and myself. I hope you enjoy our little tale.]

Ronald listened to the soft creak of the leather as he tried to remain perfectly still in the soft chair. His excitement and doubts warred equally for dominance in his mind over what was about to occur.

'When I commit to this, I will need to commit to it fully. There will be no room for shirking my responsibilities. This is an all or nothing situation. I have lost count of the number of times we have talked about it, sometimes at length, and have been in agreement, only to have circumstances wreck the chance.'

Ronald peered over at the door, waiting for her to come back from her trip to take care of herself. All they had done was talk, once more face to face, sounding each other out, trying to confirm the other's commitment without actually coming out and asking fully.

'God, man! How many times have you been through this? You know what she's asking, you've confirmed it often enough. She has said she's willing, so why the continual cold feet?'

Another series of creaks and rubbing broke his delicate train of thoughts. Ronald softly chuckled at his own fidgeting, trying to settle himself before his companion returned.

'It's not like I'm forcing her into this. Nor am I kidnapping her or doing anything else illegal. It's all agreed to, and there are provisions for her to back out. Plus, I have everything to look after her properly while she's here.

'Yeah, I'm scared about the responsibilities involved. Fully taking care of someone else to a degree that isn't normally seen. Not to mention the fear of fucking up. Making mistakes is acceptable, because they can be learned from.

'Oh, just quit it. I've made up my mind. I'm committed and I will make it work, one way or another.'

Ronald felt himself relax, comfortably sinking into the chair. He let his eyes close for a few seconds, feeling his body return to normal. During that time, his companion returned, taking her seat opposite him. He smiled as he opened his eyes.

"Well... I have finally decided that there is only one way for you to go to achieve your end goals. The best way is for you to experience it first hand. To learn about it by doing it. That way, you will know if this is right for you." He gave her a reassuring smile. "There is nothing wrong in finding out it's not for you down the track, but speculating can't answer your questions.

"If you accept it, then you must know that you will need to commit yourself to this fully. We... we need to have faith in each other, as well as trust each other. If either of us fails in this regard, it wont work."

Ronald let his words sink in, before he broke the silence by leaning forward in a chorus of creaking and complaining leather.

"Are you ready to take the journey? Are you ready to walk the long, dark path and discover what lies at the end?"

Staring into the reflection of the bathroom mirror, Brianna had to remind herself to breathe. It wasn't that the subject of converstaion had made her uncomfortable.....quite the contrary in fact, it excited her. She was slightly ashamed that this facination was visible. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, her honey tanned cheeks flushed, and her mouth was slightly open. Taking a deep breath she sought to let the tension flow from her body as she continued to regard her complection. It was often said that the eyes are the window to the soul.....but if that was the case her deep green eyes must be shuttered, hiding the conformation she sought from herself.

In an oddly feminine gesture of frustration she stamped her foot. "Damn it! Why is this so hard to figure out! I know what I want, I know what I want to learn, my mind and body are in agreement, so why do I still feel so afraid?." Another deep breath and she found herself calmed by talking to herself in the mirror- an old habit of hers steming from her acting days.

"We've talked about this every which way and I know he wants to do this. I'm not forcing, or coercing, begging or steam-rollering him into this. We're both consenting adults......but.....oh what people would think if they knew! But since when have I cared what people thought.....well....since always. But the point is that hasn't always stopped me. Besides....I think a healthy dose of fear going into this will just help me keep my head on straight." Feeling better after her self pep-talk she squared her shoulders and stood up straight.

At 5'7 she was a tall woman, most of her height in her legs as men so loved. Her long black hair was pulled back into a functional bun to keep it out of her face. Many called her pretty- but she'd not really listened growing up- she was more of a tom boy- with a temper to prove it! But as she'd passed her teen years she began to care more about the fact that she was female.....and she began to wish she'd not been so forceful in always taking control, trying to prove she could keep up with the men. In fact it would be nice to give that up sometimes....and that is what brought her here.

Turning smartly from the mirror she made her way back to her companion, pausing in the door way to look him over. How at ease he looked! Reclining in his chair, eyes closed, perfectly relaxed and confidant. With a half smile parting her lips she took her seat, noting as he smiled how it warmed her. And then he spoke.

His words froze the breath in her chest. While this is exactly what she'd hoped for, what she'd talked herself up to, she knew it had been comming- and yet all the terror and uncertainty came flodding back. Still he continued talking....saying she'd have to commit fully. But- she'd not decided yet how far she wanted to go! She'd talked about being a sub- and through her reading and research also expressed a desire to experiment with slave play....but to commit fully!? Breathing returned in a rush, fast and hot, her chest heaving as she let the words settle over her as her mind chased itself in circles. And then the question of truth.....

As he asked everything seemed to settle into place. The feelings still raged through her- but after comming this far, desiring to learn as much as she did, there was only, COULD only be one choice. In a smooth fluid motion she slipped from her seat to kneel at Ronalds feet, her head tilted up to look into his eyes and allow him to see the truth she spoke. "Yes Master, I am ready to become your Slave,"

Ronald watched as Brianna slid out of her chair, coming to rest on her knees before him. He looked at her face, trying to read what she was thinking by the expressions on her face. His own nervousness was starting to boil over about what this action of hers actually meant. His breathing started to deepen, as he fought to remain outwardly in control. Her raven hair was bound up, keeping her face clear as she looked up at him. He felt a lump form in his throat as she took a breath to give her answer.

"Yes Master, I am ready to become your Slave."

He sat in momentary shock. He expected her to say she would be his Sub, but his Slave? That was not expected, but he would not turn down her most generous of offers. He let the words settle within his mind, letting them warm him through. He smiled, genuinely pleased that Brianna had made a choice, and they were able to carry through with it. His right hand went to softly cup her chin, caressing the soft skin of her face and neck.

"Thank you, Brianna, for your offer. Your Master accepts you as his Slave. It is a decision that neither of us will regret.

"There are many things we need to deal with right now, Brianna. Firstly, you will move in here with me, immediately. Once our discussion is complete, you will go and fetch what possessions you feel you need, and you will come back here. The moment you return through that door, Brianna, you will be submitting yourself to me fully. You will not refuse any command I give you, regardless of what the command is. Failure to obey fully and properly will see you punished.

"There will be a period of two weeks where we will iron out a few specific matters, such as your work. For now, you will continue to work, but there will be some restrictions placed on your work conduct, but those will be refined later.

"Since we have discussed your limits at great length on numerous times prior to now, there will be no need to talk about it again, unless it has changed since we last spoke. Your hard limits are still acceptable. In all other areas, you will trust your Master."

Ronald's sapphire eyes roamed over Brianna's body, taking in all the nuances of her shape as displayed by her clothing. He felt himself harden slightly at the knowledge he would soon see what was hidden under that fabric, and would sample what she had to offer. She would also sample what he would give her too.

"Stand up, Brianna." His hand remained caressing her cheek as they stood together. Even her natural height, coupled with the extra elevation from her shoes, was not enough to allow her to look Ronald straight in the eye. His smile broadened. His hand returned to cup her chin, guiding her into a slow kiss. His lips started slow, brushing and tasting all of her lips before laying the first of many claims upon her body.

"Brianna," he whispered onto her lips as they ceased the kiss, "this is your last chance to change your mind. Remember, when you enter this house again, you will no longer be Brianna, but Slave Brianna. Owned by Master Ronald."

From her knees Brianna looked up at her Master, her heart hanging in her throat at the words she spoke. She had one instant of near mortal fear that he might reject her, she could see the surprise in her words flash across his eyes for the briefest of moments. And then he smiled and it was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. She knew then that she had made the right choice. For just a moment all her doubts washed away as she looked up at that smile and knew she would do whatever it took to put it there.

Then his hand reached out and the warmth of his palm graced her chin and she trembled at his touch. Suddenly she realized all he'd done was smile...and then he spoke. She felt something shift in her heart at his words, something she couldn't explain but she knew it was a good thing, a positive thing. The first of many hard steps upon her path of learning was taken. She'd had the courage to give herself to her Master, and he in turn had accepted her. It was a wonderful feeling to have, knowing she was special enough to be accepted.

Then the world crashed in on her as more of the enormity of her decision dawned on her, moving in, work changing, the duties she would have to her new master, all so new to her and terrifying in their own way. And yet she couldn't deny that his words, these new ideas excited her to the very core of her being.

...and then he looked at her. The first of a look every man gives a woman and it made her heart skip a beat. She watched his eyes rove over her body, she knew that she looked very prim and proper, dressed in her black business suit, the skirt a modest length that just covered her knees, the jacket tailored to fit her curves- and yet she was in a rather unlady like position upon her knees, quite the contrast.

"Stand up Brianna" His words jolted her and she stood slowly, leaning her cheek subtly into his hand, loving the feel of it secretly. She tilted her head back slightly, as she always had to with Ronald to look up into his eyes as he guided her. She saw him leaning in and she froze, like a deer caught in the headlights as he drew closer....and kissed her. He was slow and through warming her body through, giving her support and caring, taking his time it was heavenly. She pulled back just a little bit dazed as the kiss ended, feeling her lips still tingling with the feel of his.

Intimately she whispered back to him, suddenly feeling brassy. " Master, I have made up my mind, I am your Slave Brianna and I will be back."

"You have your instructions, Brianna. Remember, when you enter the door, Brianna the free woman ceases to be, and Slave Brianna replaces her. As a slave, you will obey your Master's every command. There will be no scope for rejection or objection." He looked at Brianna, making sure that she understood what she had decided to do. It excited Ronald, as well as scaring him a little.

"Now, go. Fetch what you think you'll need, and return here. I will be waiting for you."

Ronald waited until Brianna was gone for a few minutes, then went about making a few small changes to the living arrangements he had made for Brianna had she accepted his offer. Since he thought of her as his sub, she would have had more available to her. But since she opted for being his slave, then he would have to make some immediate changes. He went up to the room that was hers. Within was a double bed, with sturdy posts at each corner, with obviously equally sturdy rings secured to each. The linen was plain but comfortable. A small bedside chest of drawers sat beside bed, completely empty. With a slight grunt, the chest was removed to a spare room where he was keeping the excess furniture. He found a small beside table, and placed it where the chest of drawers was. He removed two paintings on the wall, placing those in the storage room as well. He made one last check of the wardrobe and was pleased to see that there was nothing left that was not necessary.

He returned to the lounge room, to the chair that he sat in when he last spoke to Brianna, where she made her most generous offer to him. His arms formed a steeple on the arms of the chair, the fingers tapping his chin.

"I'm sure that Brianna will have some doubts. I will need to ease her in a bit, but still show her what she has decided on. Let her know that she has to obey, but not give her something that will scare her off straight away. She must have some expectations of what will happen, so..." He stared off into space while the fingers continued to tap his chin in a steady beat.

"Yes... yes that would work. Get her to strip, so I can finally see what she has been hiding from me, and then show her how she will be of use to her Master. Nothing too kinky to start with. But it will show her that I expect her to obey anything I tell her, and that she not only must obey, but trust my decisions too. At anytime, of course, she can call it quits and leave. But until that time, she will know that she agrees to anything that happens to her."

Ronald felt himself grow hard as his mind played through the pending scenario of Brianna's return. Every minute was bringing the almost dream, almost fantasy was going to become a reality. If it worked, it would be great. Brianna was so eager, willing to learn. The way her eyes lit up whenever some aspect or other was introduced into the conversation. He could almost imagine her picturing it with her in the place of the submissive, and trying to generate the scene in her head.

"But to think... that I could have her whenever I wanted, how ever I wanted. Her mouth, her pussy or her arse. In any place or position. I wonder how she will feel being bound up tight, unable to move as I play with her in whatever way I chose." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as images flashed through his mind. The breath was released slowly, in a steady release that shuddered noticeably.

"Damn it, what is taking her so long? Her Master really wants her right now!"

*Listening carefully to his words she considered them a moment before slowly nodding her agreement and acceptance of what he said. She was getting quite afraid, her chest rising and falling faster as she tried to catch the breath that wouldn't come. For a moment she feared she would faint, and that would just make a mess of things. Yet once again her friends....no...her master's words brought her back to earth. Nodding once more she turned to go without a word, refusing to let herself look back she left and went out to her car.

Once she sat safe within its confines she took a few deep steadying breaths, letting herself sink into the old breathing excercises like slipping into her favorite cozy sweater. Once she felt safe to drive she headed to her home.....starting to stress about just what to take with her....

The practicality and neccesity of having to drive safely and be aware of the other motorists helped to clear her head as she drove. She took the scenic route, figuring that it only added another 15 miniutes to the drive and she didn't know when she'd next be able to go through the park. She rolled the windows down, smelling the lovely flower scented air, and all the wonderful smells that the night brought on. She was always amazed how fresh the park smelled.....and the scent of the comming rains was beautiful as well.

Relaxing even more she let her mind go on auto pilot as she drove, giving herself some time to slowly come to grips with the decision that she'd made. Pleased and surprised to find she had no regrets about what she'd chosen. She wanted Ronald. Even now she could feel that her panties were slightly damp. Just the thought of being with him, under him, his was amazing to her. Now the realization that he'd accepted her crashed in, and she almost had to pull over. Realizing that she was to be someones slave....that someone could care enough for her to want her like that.....it made her feel.....powerful.

Arriving home at last she headed inside and paused in the middle of her front room, hands on her hips as she turned in a slow circle. She wondered what would happen, would she keep her apartment? Or move in fully with Ronald....it was too early to tell she supposed.The excitement and anxiety began to creep in again, combined with that relentless ache between her legs. For the briefest of moments she considered going and getting one of her toys to take care of herself really quick- but she knew that would be pointless. Due to a traumatic childhood it was nearly impossible for her to get herself off without the help of another in some fashion. And honestly? She hoped with all her heart that her training would begin as soon as she walked in the door to his house.

Letting her mind be entertained with pleasent thoughts she set about packing for a decently long trip. She started with the most obvious of clothes, the things she'd need for her work, filling her dress bag with her suits and work attire, chosing out matching shoes and hose, enough to wear for the next two weeks in various combinations. Then she stared at her closet wondering just what she should bring for everyday wear. She knew that many slaves walked around naked, or in clothes that their master picked out. Before she could pshyche herself out too much she quickly packed the same amount of clothes into her main suitcase, enough for a two week trip. In it she included jeans and t-shirts, the type she loved to wear just about the house.

Next she moved to her lingere drawer. Here she paused. She had a number of sexy outfits, baby dolls, chemises, and matching underwear sets. She thought of her favorite black set that she was wearing now, the sheer black lacy bra and the cute black thong....she'd dressed for the meeting with Ronald in mind....and hoped she'd get to show her body off to her new master tongiht. Then again knowing Ronald he might make her wait just to put her more firmly under his thumb, The thought made her groan and realize something. She didn't truly care what she took. All she really needed was herself, because that was the most importaint thing he'd want.

That importaint tidbit figured out she packed the rest of her things in a hurry, bathroom bag, make-up, books and other essentials and threw it all into her car, not even bothering to take the time to pack it properly- a rarity for her. Hopping back in the car she drove as fast as she safely could to Ronalds....no....to her masters house.

Walking up the front steps she paused at the door way, and took a deep breath. Mentally she said " Here it is, do or die time and my decision is already made. To Brianna I bid you a fond farewell, to Slave Brianna I welcome you with open arms." Knowing the door was unlocked she opend it and stepped into the foyer. Not seeing him about she walked to his study and paused in the doorway, back lit by the hall light, not realizing she looked like a dark angel come to save him, to please him, to fulfill his every desire. Without a word she walked forwards, her heels clicking on the floor as she smoothly knelt in front of him once more, tipping her head down and lowering her eyes, waiting for his first command as her new master.

Ronald's heart rate jumped when he heard the door open and close. He opened his eyes, his gaze fixed on the entrance to the room he was sitting in. He debated going out to meet her, but he decided that he would wait. He was excited and a little nervous, and he knew that remaining sitting would be the best course of action for him.

The slowly, steady walk of his now slave grew closer. From the sounds of the clicking of her heels, Slave Brianna was not too nervous. This helped sooth his nerves, reassuring him that what they were about to embark on would be of great benefit to them both. He had certain needs he wanted met, just as she did. Needs that complimented each other. Plus, there were aspects of himself he wanted to explore, that again, complimented area that Slave Brianna wanted to experience. There was much for them both to discover together, and they both would learn a lot as this journey continued.

Then, she appeared in the doorway, pausing just long enough for the image to be retained clearly. Her height, elevated slightly by her footwear, helped her to fill the doorway deliciously. Her dark hair would not be tucked away so severely in future. It would be left to frame her face, or be in a simple pony tail or plat. But the current style allowed enough light to highlight her face magnificently, outlining the defining features excellently. The dark fabric of her suit added to the allure of her stance. Again, enough light touched her front to give just enough definition to her curvaceous body, but still leaving enough in shadow to give the air of mystique. Even though the suit was well tailored, he knew that it didn't show her true shape. But is displayed enough to have his hormone levels rising, along with his cock.

Her pose melted into a walk that would have tempted a saint. He thanked himself that he didn't have to restrain himself with her. He didn't have to hide the growing erection that she was causing, nor try and hide the increasingly ragged breathing his lust was causing. He openly looked as she approached; desire on two legs about to give herself over to him. Even as she brought herself low before him, kneeling in supplication, she did so with a grace and underlying power that gave him goosebumps. She bowed her head slightly, and he watched as her grass coloured eyes gazed on the floor before her.

"Welcome to your new home, Slave Brianna." Ronald's voice somehow managed to be smooth, calm and gentle. "From this time forward, you will address me as Sir, Master, or Master Ronald. There will be times when you will be permitted to use other names or titles, but only when explicitly instructed. Also, you will speak only when spoken to, and you will always speak the full truth to your Master. Even if you feel that He may not like what He hears. If you wish to speak, you must ask first."

Ronald eased his broad shouldered, heavily built body out of the chair, bringing him to his full height of six foot four. While Brianna was not a petite woman, he made her look small, more so as she knelt before him. Like her, he was attired in dark colours. Deep blue trousers and jacket, with a slightly lighter blue shirt underneath. He walked over to the centre of the room, where a thick pile rug covered the hardwood floor.

"Slave Brianna, rise and stand before your Master, one pace in front." His voice was firm, commanding. If she looked his way, she would see the deep blue eyes watching her intently, studying her every action both as her Master and as a man.

When she took her place, he smiled warmly. Without a word, he reached around behind her head, easily letting her hair loose. He let the cascade of rich, dark locks fall as they would. It merely enhanced her appeal in his eyes.

"Now, Slave Brianna, you will remove all of your clothing and neatly place it on the small table by the door. On that table is a small bowl where you will place all of your jewelery that does not pierce your body. You will then return to this spot. You will stand with your feet shoulder width apart, your hands behind your head with the elbows as far back as you can get them. Of course, you will stand straight with your eyes looking straight ahead.

"You have your command, Slave Brianna. See to it."

"Welcome to your new home, Slave Brianna."

A visible shudder rippled through her body as his deep voice echoed through her body, pooling low in the private places and making her tingle. She could feel dew dampening her thighs through the thin barrier of her lace panties, and her nipples were growing hard straining against the camisole she wore, but thankfully her suit hid that from him, for which she was grateful. She listened with a fierce focus to his words, noting what she was allowed to call him and silently repeating them to herself. At the rest of his words her tan skin paled slightly. She would have to tell the full truth. That would be a little hard for her....especially when it came to something he might not want to hear. She hated to hurt people, oh she didn't tend to lie or keep secrets, she would just......sugar coat things, or beat around the bush. Yet from the tone in his voice it was clear that he would brook none of that. At his next sentance she paled a little more. To not be able to speak her mind....she hadn't expected that she would be under that restriction. She was a very outspoken woman at times, and she could tell right now she would be getting several punishments for speaking out of turn. With an audible sound she swallowed a rising statement of incredulity. She had made her choice and she would see it through. If anything could be said about Brianna it was that she didn't do things in half measures.

His words said he stood and she felt suddenly smaller, less significant. It was strange to feel the presence that was towering above her, and purposefully doing so. She was used to being the same height as most men, or at least close to it particularly with her heels. And yet....there was something about Ronald's.......she flinched slightly. Already she was messing up, and if she couldn't keep things straight in her head how did she expect them to come correctly out of her mouth!? MASTER Ronald's she ammened...nature, the persona he had....his presence. He would be wonderful on the stage, he was excellent at owning the space he was in.

Watching the feet in front of her gaze move she couldn't help but follow the movement of them, tilting her head as he walked away always keeping his neat shoes in sight, but not raising her head. She might not know much about being a slave, but she knew that she was to be as lady-like and demure as possible....a blushing role of an innocent Juliet or the obedient cow-towing to masculine power of Ophelia, as chaste as Maid Marian, the typical young female ingénue as Christine Daaé from Phantom of the Opera. Quickly she had to check herself. This was not a role she was playing. While it was all very well to draw on characters this was HER life, HER experiances and HER choice!

"Slave Brianna, rise and stand before your Master, one pace in front."

His voice sounded so self assured, so smooth, so cultured she could barely stand it. Her skin was tingling, her body thrumming with excitement, she wanted to know that he felt the same way, to see some chink in his armor as it were. Responding quickly she rocked back to her heels and stood without touching the floor, thinking nothing of the natural dancers grace the belied her movements. Her heels clicked smartly as she stepped in front of him, trying carefully to be one step ahead of him. As she stood she caught a glimpse of his eyes, staring at her with a ferocity that made her cheeks turn a pale color of mauve under her tan. A gasp sounded as he reached back and her long hair tumbled down, curls coming to rest at the small of her back. Without thinking she tossed her head in that quinticentially female gesture to spread out her hair, letting it fall halfway down her back, part of her hair coming to rest over her shoulder giving her the look of a temptress.

Briefly she closed her eyes upon hearing what he required of her. She thought carefully about his words, was she to walk to the table and undress there, or undress in front of him. Shuddering slightly she figured that she was to undress this close to him, so close she was sure he could feel the heat pouring off her body. Reaching up she began to undo the small shiny black buttons of her suit top, keeping her eyes downcast as he'd mentioned looking straight ahead once she was nude she decided to take the small ways out while she could. Slowly, button by button the top came undone, She shrugged it from her shoulders, letting it slide down the the floor with a gentle thump. Beneath it was revealed a brilliant green camisole top that highlighted the color of her eyes perfectly. Reaching down she crossed her arms and took a deep breath, her bosom heaving under the top as her clevage peeked over the lacy collar. In one smooth motion she closed her eyes and pulled the top over her head. shaking her hair down once more as the top joined the jacket on the floor.

Breathing harder now she stood before him in the matching black set she so loved, her voluptuous body on display. The sheer top let her breasts show through, she wasn't massively endowed but a nice handful at a c-cup, perky for her size. Her dark areola's showed through, nipples taut. Not wasting any time she unzipped her skirt and slid it down her hips, kicking it to the side with her top. Her belly was trim but not so thin that one could count her ribs as she had a very small rounding of her tummy, trim yet healthy. Glittering in her belly button was a small silver stud, adorned with a swaying emerald green drop jewel. Brianna's hips were wide and curvy...child bearing hips....with the inch thick sheer lace of her panties showing off the curves. Reaching behind her she undid the clasp of her bra and holding the cups to her chest she alternated hands using first one then the other to pull her bra straps down and over her arms. Looking up into the brilliant blue eyes of her master she lets it fall with another "plop" to the floor. Giving him but a moment to look at her she turns around and lets him see her cute heart-shaped little ass cheeks peeking at him from either side of her thong. Hooking her fingers through the waist band she shimmies out of the panties, shaking her ass at him as she does. Stepping out of them she adds them to the pile and gathers it up, walking over to the chair, her heels sounding more hesitant now that she's nude.

Reaching the chair she tossed the jacket about the back of the chair and quickly folded the rest of the garments stacking them neatly on the seat. Into the bowl she dropped her little silver bracelet and the matching necklace. With shaking hands she pulled off all her rings and let them fall into the bowl with soft ringing sounds. She left the sliver spiral earrings in as they too pierced her body as did her belly button ring. Once again swallowing hard and clenching her hands tight behind her back she walked to Master Ronald, not realizing how the position of her hands highlighted her breasts, making them bounce as she walked. Stopping once more a a pace before him in nothing but her heels she reached her arms up, clearly he could see she was trembling, her breast heaving, face growing redder by the miniute as she assumed the position he'd outlined

Ronald's smile broadened when Brianna shook her hair loose after he freed it from the bun she had it in. The action appeared to be unconscious, but wholly feminine. It also added to her visual appeal significantly.

But he reserved his attention for her following his first real command as her Master. He had seen the blushes, occasional shudders and shivers and other signs of surprise, fear and pleasure. It took all of his self control not to break the facade of control he had. All he wanted to do was grin stupidly, ogling her brazenly while he organized the myriad of ways he would use her delightful body in all manner of carnal ways.

'Remember, Ronald, she is not just here for you pleasure. She is here for you to teach, guide and care for. Enjoy it, by all means, but remember the responsibilities as well.'

The jacket fell to the floor, revealing some form of undergarment that matched her eyes nicely. He was able to see the traces of the bra that supported her breasts. He had always liked her bust. Not too big, but not too small on her either. The deep breath she took displayed that magnificently prior to revealing the lace clad orbs. He was impressed at what he saw. He thought Brianna took care of her health, and it showed. While not athletic, she was more than healthy. No bones showing up in unusual places. Good curves in good places. This was further confirmed as her skirt slipped to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

Ronald knew he was breathing very deeply at that stage, and his erection was painful in the position his clothing permitted. There was no way that Brianna would miss the effect she was having on him, since her eyes were constantly down. Standing before him was a fine example of God's work when He drew up the plans for women prior to her making. He swallowed rapidly a couple of times as his eyes roamed the expanses of exposed flesh. It was very hard to think rationally, of the benefits he would bring her in their arrangement. All he could see was how he was going to make her scream in pleasure as he took her.

He watched with increasing nerves and excitement as Brianna worked to release her breasts from their lacy confines. He made no attempt to hide where he was looking as the bra finally dropped to the floor. They were beautiful in a mouth watering way. He knew that his hands would be able to envelope each glorious mound easily. Whatever the reason, he was glad to see the nipples standing proud, and the darker flesh about them crinkled tightly. He had little time to enjoy the view before Brianna had turned her back to him, bending down while removing the panties. He pursed his lips as her arse was presented to him.

'Oh, thank you Lord for what I am about to receive.'

Her jewelry clinked in the small bowl, leaving her with just her piercings. He noted that she still wore her shoes as she walked back to stand where, and how he commanded. With an ever deepening blush, she assumed the position he required of her, and waited for him. He took a couple of deep breaths to bring himself under control. When he took her, it would be in a controlled manner, not just throwing her on her back, and fucking her like a horny teenager. There would be a time for that, but not right there.

He let his eyes roam over her again, never seeming to tire of the beauty displayed before him. While he looked at her, he pulled up the courage to take the first step he needed to take. Brianna managed to find hers, so he could find his. His hand finally responded to his command, and reached out to enclose her right breast. The bullet shaped point ground against his palm as he gently tested the firmness of her flesh. He was pleased with the feel of it, letting his hand slide down onto her belly. One finger tapped the gem of her piercing as he explored her abdominal region. He slowly walked around her, his hand grazing her hip, buttocks and lower back as he returned to face her.

"You have taken good care of your body, Slave Brianna. Your Master is very pleased."

Without warning, his hand slid down until it reached the edge of her pubic hairs. The feel of the skin told him that she trimmed that area. He paused for barely a moment before continuing through the small patch of hair until he found the top of her slit. One finger slipped in between the outer lips, pressing down to breach the inner lips. He encountered the signs of her arousal, which pleased him a great deal.

"This also pleases your Master, Slave Brianna." His hand simply dropped from the apex of her legs as he took a step back. He looked directly into Brianna's eyes as he quickly undid his jacket, throwing it on the chair he had been sitting on. He worked the buttons of his shirt until his torso was exposed from neck to belt line. He was lightly tanned, with enough muscle to be seen, but not like a body builder. His broad chest tapered down to his hips, clearly showing the strength of his upper body. He slipped his shoes off, kicking them onto the chair. He loosened the belt, and the trousers were removed and joined the growing pile on the chair. His boxers tented significantly, and Ronald felt some measure of relief as his erection finally sat normally. Soon, the boxers were gone and his shaft was proudly on display for his Slave to see, if she dared to look.

He walked around behind her, letting his fingers run up her spine from her hips to her neck. His fingers combed her hair before he clenched his fist. He drew her head back, her neck tight.

"Slave Brianna, since this is in the early days, I will let you off with a warning this once. I asked you to strip, which includes the footwear. For now, you will continue to wear them, but next time, you will wear nothing by your piercings.

"Onto your hands and knees, Slave."

Ronald guided her to the floor, keeping her on the rug. He knelt down behind her, his fist still in her hair holding her head back slightly. His other hand steadied himself by holding onto her hip. When he was sure that he was aligned properly, he pushed himself into Brianna's welcoming, wet passage, going as deep as he could go. He slowly moved himself within her, pulling himself almost out before filling her up again. The manner that her sex closed about him brought rushes of heat through him, waves of tingling that made him groan in lust and pleasure. He tightened his grip, bending Brianna into a glorious arch that pressured him in different ways that excited him further. His control dissolved under the effects of Brianna's body, and he just let himself go, enjoying her fully and in the most primal of ways.

*Keeping her eyes straight ahead was hard, very hard and she fought not to squirm somehow knowing that she was to keep still. She kept wanting to drop her eyes to floor, partially out of shyness and partially because in keeping her eyes downcast she had seen her.....her MASTERS erection growing and it thrilled her in the most basic of ways to know that she had done that to him. It was the best compliment he could have given her as he looked upon her body on display for him.

Looking forward she found she was left staring at his chest, even with the added inch of her heels. It excited her to know that he was so much taller, she loved feeling the smaller woman, more....helpless. It was wonderful. In staring straight ahead she could still see some of his face, enough to know that he was keeping himself under control beautifully.....she wished she could make him lose control. But then again she supposed that this journey was more about giving control of herself to him, so it was about HER loss of control. She was counting on him to remain in control. Though it would have pleased her to know he was just a little overwhelmed by the gift she was giving him. And she knew that it was a gift truly and one she gave freely...and it gave her an incredible feeling to know that he'd accepted it.

Despite having her eyes forward she could see his eyes roaming her, see the light come into his eyes and see how badly he wanted her. it aroused her like nothing else had thus far....she ached for his touch....and then she saw his hand reach out, she couldn't keep her body from tensing up slightly, anticipating his touch..... and then the warm roughness of it closed over her breast, hefted it in his palm and teased it. She could feel her hard little nub grinding into his palm tweaking and twisting it wringing a soft moan from her throat.

She swallowed hard, chest heaving as at last his hand caressed her, she'd fantasized about this so many times before as they had their tiptoeing discussions about what at last was becoming a reality. Her skin pebbled and rose in small goose bumps as it felt like a tongue of fire roved about her body, sliding over her rapidly sensitizing skin with the stroking of his hand....flinching slightly as his finger struck her tummy ring she sucked her gut in hard, slightly ashamed of the pouch of her tummy.

Feeling him walk around her Brianna's head jerked slightly as she fought the impulse to follow him with her eyes. This was her first test at being a slave and following orders and she would not fail. Though who knew how hard what seemed such a simple command could be!

Please please let me please him, I'm trying so hard

She heard him take a breath to speak and she held her own in response.

"You have taken good care of your body, Slave Brianna. Your Master is very pleased."

Warmth burst through her so suddenly at his words, her head going light and dizzy as she thought she might faint as her prayer was answered. It was one thing to see that his body responded to her as a mans responds to a woman yet it was a whole other feeling to know that as a slave she had pleased her master. It was a new feeling to her....knowing that she had done as commanded. SHe knew that as a slave it was to be her highest aspiration to please him...and yet she knew it would take some training for her to truly seek that out with all her heart. For now she was still vain enough to wish to be pleased herself. Though perhaps vain wasn't the right word....untutored might work better for Brianna wasn't all that vain.

Suddenly his hand was between her legs, warm and sampling the dewy moisture that had gathered there. She gasped in surprise, her body flinching softly as her hands unclasped as her body demanded she hide herself for a moment her hands coming to either side of her head before she got herself under control and his words sunk in. Letting herself enjoy it she relaxed onto his fingers with a soft moan. Looking into his eyes he could see that her own had darkened with the beginings of passion even though his hand had dropped away. She wanted to tell him how much she wanted him, how much she needed him .... but as she opened her mouth she remembered that she was not to talk without asking permission so she closed her mouth.

Her mouth dropped open again as she watched him strip, her eyes straightening to look straight ahead as he did so, growing wide as the clothes fairly flew off. As he at last stood naked and proud she couldn't resist. She looked down at his cock and swallowed audibly, licking her lips as she looked at his length. A moan was wrenched from her as he walked away, she returned her eyes to staring straight ahead after closing them in resignation for a moment, knowing she'd broken what she was told to do, yet pleasantly surprised to feel his hands on her making her shiver.

Without warning his hand fisted in her hair and she cried out, a loud open mouth sound that she fought to keep from becoming the word of fuck or god. Then she heard his words and her eyes closed in shame, clenching tight as she whimpered an apology to him, knowing that his leaving the heels on her was a mark of shame and wondering if she would be punished already....her first punishment as his Slave.

As he ordered her to her knees she almost dropped so suddenly that he nearly wrenched her hair but quickly compensated to guide her down. Placing her hands on the floor, supporting her weight breasts swinging she waited....feeling his hand touch her hip. All at once int crashed in on her that he was gonna make love to her here and now, and she was amazed. She tensed up and waited, feeling him settle himself at her entrance. With a cry of sheer pleasure she threw her head back as at last he drove home but only going half way in as she was so tight, gripping him. Silently she thanked him for taking such good care of her pussy working his length in as she moaned her appreciation. The first time she heard him groan her arms went week, her front dropping suddenly towards the floor before she caught herself, her head being tugged back in the most delicious of ways. Then he arched her back, shifting his pose within her and she screamed....remembering at the last second to make it MASTER Ronald and not just Ronald. She let him fuck her, arms pushing herself backwards onto his cock fucking him back and crying out with the sheer joy of it, feeling the pressure building and building between her legs.

Unable to help herself as she was going crazy with lust and desire she screamed out "UNGH More M...ma...MASTER. Pp Please! FUCK Me HARDER!" All thought that she was not to speak unless spoken to went out the window as his cock drilled deep into her. Brianna so vocal in so much was a very vocal lover, and she'd fantasized about this for along time. Surprised as she always thought their first time would take place with her tied down in a bed from the vein their converstations had taken she was pleasantly shocked to find that he had complete control over her here. His hand fisted in her hair kept her from moving too far away, the slight pain of the tugging just adding to the feel of his thick throbbing manhood surging within her. Brianna knew that at this rate she was fast approaching her peak, and she longed for him to take her over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

Ronald thrust hard and fast into Brianna, not caring about whether she wanted it or not. His lust, his need took control and he went for the ride. But soon he slowed, the burst of energy running out. His mind was boiling over with thoughts, feelings, urges and desires. He kept the motion going, slower, hitting spots deep within Brianna that had great effects on her. He also got to enjoy the feel of how she tightly she held him within her heated core.

"Slave Brianna," Ronald spoke with a rough sounding voice, "you will cum whenever your body desires it, and you will be free with your voice when you cum."

Rather than speeding up, Ronald went for harder strokes. The room filled with the noise of slick flesh entering and leaving Brianna, coupled with the loud slaps of their bodies colliding. Interspersed were the sounds of their own enjoyment. Ronald found no words to describe the heights his newly acquired slave was taking him. But the groans, growls and other wordless articulations made it clear to anyone listening that Ronald was more than enjoying his fuck partner.

Ronald's grips got harder as he felt himself cross the point of no return. He felt himself fuck Brianna harder and faster. Using her body to accelerate the rush to his own personal heaven. All the sensations feeding into him melded and merged until he could not clearly discern any one sense from the rest. It was then that he made his final thrust, pulling Brianna back onto his cock hard as it swelled and gushed deeply within her. Each shudder inducing pulse of his cock cause him to pull back on Brianna's hair before releasing the tension in between.

In that time there was nothing but a bliss like feeling. He had never felt that way before with any of his previous partners, but none of them had given themselves over to be his slave either. In the quiet detachment he found himself in, he thought about the situation further. He would be lying if he said he wasn't turned on by the fact that he could do whatever he wanted with her. Also, she was a complete novice. There were the dangers. She would know no better, and be fully reliant on him. There were lessons to impart, as well as great sex to be had. More importantly, he was her safety net as she explored her boundaries. He would be there to keep her safe, and cared for.

He returned to reality, feeling himself pressed firmly against Brianna's ass, and still buried deep within her pussy. He would smell the fresh sweat of them both, along with the powerful aroma of Brianna's arousal. Much to his surprise, he was still erect. He withdrew his shaft, feeling slightly embarrassed at the noise it made as it was withdrawn. But he soon dispelled those thoughts and feelings as he stood up. He looked at the glistening length of his manhood, which prompted another little test of her willingness.

He reached down, using her hair once more to guide her back onto her knees. He slowly walked to stand in front of her, the tip of his cock close to her face.

"Thank you, Slave Brianna for a good initial fuck. Of course, you have no idea yet on how to best please you Master in that manner, but in time you will learn. But, it seems that you were mostly responsible for making a mess." Ronald flexed some muscles making his shaft bob a little in front her her. "So, you will use your mouth and tongue to clean it up. And my cock is not the only part of me that you got messy. I am sure you'll see where else, and clean there too."